The Killing Mime

Chapter 12: Windows to the Soul

"But I have to pee!" Ari continues to whine.

"Then go pee" I cross my arms and lean against the wall.

"No, the bathrooms here are gross!" She shivers and looks towards the bathrooms. "Have you read the things that are on the stall doors? They're so gross!"

"Yes I have and some are hilarious, now go pee." I roll my eyes when she sticks her bottom lip out and does her puppy eyes.

"Please, can't you just take me home so I can go pee then bring me back to school. Plus it's lunch so we can go off campus to eat." She begs, like she's now on her knees holding my legs.

"That's only for lunch, go pee or hold it until we get home." I reply bluntly, she turns around looking back at the bathroom.

She shakes her head, "Remember me cruel world!" With that she takes a deep breathe and holds it while walking in.

"Well that was overdramatic." Rica chuckles and walks over to me. "Come on, let's go get lunch." She slings her arm around my shoulder and we all walk towards the cafeteria.

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"This is so freaking good!" Mylick tries to shove his taco in my face but I end up taking a bite of it. "What-why, you ate my taco." He looks at his taco then back at me, back at his taco then back at me.

"I didn't eat your taco, I took a bite. There's a difference, deal with it." I shrug and watch Mylick pout.

"Bitch alert, 6 o'clock. Status update: pissed as fuck." Loin snickers and nods his head towards someone.

I turn around and see Poppy glaring at me, nope wait she's glaring at someone behind me. I turn around and see what's his face. The guy from my art class, still don't remember his name.

Everyone at the table goes quiet, even Mylick stops eating for once.

"Mins was it?" The guy asks me looking amused.

"Who's asking?" I reply, my arm slung behind my chair.

"Me," he replies and smirks, " you wanna go to my place after school and 'hangout'?"

I let out a snort and look at the boys. If looks could kill, well let's just say him and his friends would be more than six feet under.

"How 'bout I slit your throat when your sleep if you try to make a move on her again." The twins say in usion. I burst out laughing and clutch my stomach trying to compose myself.

"What's so funny?" Everyone asks giving me weird looks.

"Life, that's what's funny. I mean a cocky prick that everyone knows by just looking at them trying to hit on a simple yet complex girl like me." I smile and lean on the table. "Oh and you need to tell your boys to stop ogling at my girls." I give a pointed look at them and see the girls trying their best to not grab their fork and stab them in the neck.

"Sorry I don't control them, they do what they want." He shrugs.

"No it looks like you're the leader of y'all's little monterage. So if you so kindly leave us alone then we won't have any problems." I reply back sweetly and start to go throw away my trash. "Come one guys, the bell's about to ring."

They follow me and we head to the commence area. After a few minutes the bell rings telling us to go to our sixth period. I said my 'goodbyes' and left for the best part of school... Art.

Wait, Lash is in that class. Oh so that's his name. I let out a sigh and head to my art class. Have mercy on him and let me keep my patience.

"We're still working on our shoe contour. Make sure you do shadowing and details--", the art teacher stops right in front of my desk. She looks at my shoe contour and smiles. "Alright everybody look, this is what I mean. Mins has put details and done an excellent job on her shadowing. You also put in crosshatching, stippling, and hatching, have you had an art class before?" I shake my head blushing a bit.

She must of noticed me being uncomfortable because she gave it back to me. "Keep up the good work." She walks away and goes to another student.

"Yeah good job kiss up." I hear snickers behind me and turn around, big mistake. "Tell me, how does it feel to be a teachers pet? You see I don't know how it feels 'cause I'm not the best student." Lash says smiling at me.

"Yeah only one can dream, dumbass." I mumble and turn back around.

"Who you calling dumbass?"

"The one who just asked." I reply and roll my eyes.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?"

"No I was just checking if they work properly", I say rolling my eyes again, "jackass."

"Did you just call me jackass, you little--"

"Lash, stop cussing in my class or I'll send you to the principal's office." The art teacher scolds him. I snicker and hide my face with my hair.

"Y-yes ma'am, sorry it won't happen again." Lash actually apologized, he actually apologized...to a teacher. She gives him a pointed glare and goes back to doing what she was doing before.

"Yeah and I'm the kiss up." I smirk at him.

"Shut the f--"

"Ah ah, no cussing remember?" I smile at him while he glares at me.

"Whatever." He mumbles and I turn back around.

Only a few minutes are left to class when I feel a warm feeling hover behind my neck. Causing me to remember about my 'father', I tense and grit my teeth.

"Get your damn fucking hand away from me you son of a bitch." I say through clenched teeth. "Or if you don't I'll cut your hand and balls off."

"Eh... Um sorry. Didn't know you were uncomfortable about being almost touched."

"Well I am so get away from me." I reply bluntly. "What's in your hand anyway?"

"I thought you wanted me to stay away from you?" Lash asks sounding amused.

"You wouldn't have anyway."

"Touché, it's just a simple note nothing wrong with that."

"Depending what's written on it." I mumble and turn to face him.

"Gimme." I hold out my hand and snatch it away. My eyes scan the note and I let out a snort. "How cliché, your so stereotypical." I roll my eyes.

"How is it clip something and that other word?" He asks sounding offended. "It took me about--"

"Let me guess, five minutes tops? I quote, 'your eyes, your eyes I see everything about you. They're the windows to the soul and I adore it that I'm able to gaze into them. Into your beautiful soul.'" I let out a fake dreamy sigh and then put on a poker face.

"They say the eyes are the window to the soul.
That everyone has a soul and that it's beautiful.
Well they're lying, I have no soul.
Hence I don't have beautiful eyes.
They're an endless, dark abyss.
My windows are broken and had to be covered up.
But inside she cries.
I'm blind to any affectionate emotion... Deal with it." I look dead at his eyes, they're wide open like his friends. "That's what you call a poem, not cliché and telling you the truth about reality."

"But what about imagination, what about acting like a child?"

"There's a difference between fantasy and reality. Learn it. So don't ask me about that bull shit."

The bell rings and I race out of class practically fuming from the ears. I don't know why I got so worked up about something so childish.

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